The kids are still pacified, but the house is a wreck. If I hold out too long, I think we’d miss dinner. So I am starting a pizza for the boys. I think Brooke is going to have left over macaroni, but an entire bag of popcorn seems to have satisfied her for now. Max is still stomping around upstairs in my bedroom watching Timmy. I haven't seen him since the vase incident. I have no clue what he is doing, but I did give him the prodigal yellow watch. He was very excited and I don’t think he’ll cry again this evening. It is just that powerful.
Brooke is addicted to fast forwarding now. I might have to share the remote with her someday. I shudder at the thought. So as she incorrectly fast forwards through an entire episode of Dora, Luke grabs the remote to rewind it. This sends Brooke into a running scream-cry and she flops down in the blue room at my feet.
I decide I am going to have to sit down and watch the rest of these with her in my lap until Sara returns. She is pacified as long as I rub her back…but she still can’t stop saying "Mama…mama."
Inside…neither can I Brooke, neither can I.
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